Flying tomorrow November 26, 2006Posted by Lupus in Life.
I’ll be flying to HK tomorrow, so please pray for my safety.
Even after all these years, I still get nervous when I get on a plane.
I just don’t want a month to go by without a post November 19, 2006Posted by Lupus in Life.
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I don’t really have anything to say… my life is so dull, I wouldn’t be able to cut warm butter with it.
Having said that, I finished exams some time ago and have been enjoying (somewhat) my summer holiday. I have to find a job and do a bunch of other things, but I really just feel like lounging around all day reading books or playing games. Is that good or bad? My complete and utter lack of motivation has brought my life to a grinding halt no less than once… what’s the secret to motivating yourself?
I guess the first thing that I have to deal with is my apathy. To be honest, the longest I’ve cared or felt passionate about anything (thing, not people) is probably 2 months. That’s pathetic. I couldn’t even keep this blog up, whether in its previous anime incarnation or as it is now.
I’m sure my meaningless and pesimisstic meandering is boring you, so I’ll stop here. At least I’ve fulfilled my quota for the month of November.
The Sound of Music (and stuff) October 16, 2006Posted by Lupus in Life, WTF.
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Sometime yesterday afternoon, I had the urge to watch The Sound of Music again, for like the billionth time. Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t on my university’s completely legal file-sharing network, so I couldn’t watch it, but I contented myself with downloading every single song in the movie. Except, of course, that song by the head nun near the start of the movie that no one likes. Stupid head nun and your manly voice.
Anyway, the songs in this movie are really awesome. But that’s not what I’m going to say some random crap about. It’s the song Sixteen Going on Seventeen, sung by the lovely young couple in the beautiful garden scene. The girl part goes like this:
I am sixteen going on seventeen
I know that I’m naive
Fellows I meet may tell me I’m sweet
And willingly I believe
I am sixteen going on seventeen
Innocent as a rose
Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those
Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my ken
I need someone older and wiser
Telling me what to do
Liesl says she’s naive, but the fact that she knows she is naive is about a billion times better than most of the teens now-a-days. They think they know everything, and go around acting like they own the world. They think at the age of 16 they’re adults and can do whatever they want….
Why am I ranting about this? It’s 7a.m. in the morning and I spent the last 8 hours procrastinating. I wrote a total of 500 words in the last 8 hours… well, at least I’m now close to finishing this stupid assignment. Another hour or two and I’ll be done, leaving me until Tuesday 3p.m. to proof read and then cry. I’m on the verge of snapping though, this scene keeps replaying over and over in my head:
After I’m finished with this one, I have another one due on Friday. Bring it on bitch! I’ll take you all on! You paper-weight mofos, I can take on 20 of you at a time! My trusty knife will be there to greet you all, won’t you Margret? That’s right, my baby, we’ll take them all on…
(By the way, what kind of 20 year old has seen The Sound of Music more than 10 times, knows most of songs off by heart and complain about teenagers being all up themselves? I blame these goddamn assignments… I’ll make you pay. I WILL MAKE YOU ALL PAY!)
Wow… it’s been a month since I posted. Here. Totally not a month on my other blog either.
Actually, that’s true. I’ve posted on THAT a total of three times since giving up here close to a month ago. That’s 3 times in a month, compared to uh, my supposed schedule of at least 3 times a week. Can’t blame a guy for being busy though can you?
Okay, second lie in less than 70 words. I haven’t particularly been busy with anything, except maybe… oh… important stuff. Like DotA. And D2.
After a night of gaming, the morning sunrays often dance all over my retina. A dance of pain and great suffering.
That’s right, Diablo II. Diablo II: Lord of Destruction to be precise. I’m currently in NM Act 4 with my Werewolf/Grizzly Druid, and I’m loving every second I waste on it. Wasted the entire weekend in fact. Starting from Thursday night till now (which is Monday 3 in the morning… and I should really hit the sack. Who invented sleep anyway?), I’ve been running through endless lands void of anything except monsters, hitting and killing said monsters, and picking up every single piece of item that doesn’t have white as the colour of its name. Apart from Friday night, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which I spent at fellowship then a friend’s house.
Conversation is entirely imaginary, but I think something to that effect was said that night. If you were there and happen to read this blog… Can’t a guy have a little artistic license on his own goddamn blog? Huh? HUH???
I would give you a list of my items, but if I run the game now I won’t sleep at all.
And all this is amidst two exceptionally fun assignments, totalling 5,000 words, due in a week and a half. One of them I’m about 60% through, the other I haven’t started. The more important one and difficult one, I might add, worth 70% of one of my courses. I have also failed to go to any lecture since Friday two weeks ago, though I did turn up to compulsory tuts. I also failed to eat lunch in two of the last four days.
There are several terms in there that probably warrant explanation, but to understand it you’ll need to play D2. I would show you one of those pictures they have on cigarette packets and tell you that playing D2 causes you to get those to keep you away from it.
Thank you Diablo II, you ruined my life in 2000, and six years later you once again pick up your Mallet of the Leech*. How can someone not love your wonderful, whacky and out-going personality? You’re the moon in my dark night sky, the fat in my arteries, the cockroach in my dinner…
Oh who am I kidding, I need to uninstall this shit pronto, least I end up dying of malnutrition/Wrath of My Father/bad hygiene/repetitive strain injury, in order of lowest to highest likelihood, or maybe all at once. The world is full of wonderful surprises install for one such as myself.
*for the uninitiated (and I hope for your health you are), a item with the “Leech” suffix gives a life steal effect. Life steal, geddit? It’s stealing my life. It’s supposed to be funny…